Chapter 512: Xie Yan Is Dead

Yuan Yao and Xie Yan immediately exerted all their strength to raise their swords in defense.

Boom—

A deafening explosion suddenly burst forth, as if heavenly thunder had struck the mortal world.

Violent shockwaves radiated outward from the two, cracking the ground and sending shards flying.

Yuan Yao felt an irresistible force surge from her sword, her arms instantly going numb and losing sensation, as if her bones were about to snap apart.

She and Xie Yan, like kites with severed strings, were violently slammed backward by that sword force, tracing two miserable arcs in the air.

"Pfft—"

Yuan Yao crashed heavily to the ground, her throat sweetened, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, staining the earth before her red.

She felt as if every bone in her body had been shaken apart, her five viscera and six bowels clenched and crushed by an invisible giant hand, intense pain surging, threatening to swallow her consciousness.

At the same time, a strong sense of weightlessness made her head spin and vision darken, everything around her became blurry, and the sounds in her ears seemed muffled behind a thick water curtain, buzzing indistinctly.

Just as her consciousness was about to dissipate—

Several scorching beads of blood suddenly splashed onto her brow and eyes; the warm touch and pungent bloody smell made her start, and her hazy consciousness cleared a bit.

She blinked hard, trying to dispel the blur before her eyes.

When she finally made out the scene before her, Yuan Yao's pupils contracted sharply!

She saw Xie Yan somehow already standing in front of her, facing her.

And a long sword flashing with cold light had already pierced through his chest!

That was the sword of the Formless Immortal Venerable Xu Yanzi!

"Screech—"

The sound of the blade stirring flesh and blood was excruciatingly sharp and piercing, as if it scraped directly across Yuan Yao's heart, making her blood nearly freeze.

"Xie Yan..." Yuan Yao's voice was dry and hoarse, trembling with disbelief, tears uncontrolledly blurring her vision.

A large amount of blood welled from the boy's mouth, staining the white front of his robes red.

He coughed violently, his body swaying on the verge of collapse, yet he suddenly raised his hand, gripping tightly the sharp sword blade piercing his body, his knuckles whitening from the effort as blood trickled down between his fingers.

His scarlet eyes locked onto Yuan Yao's figure, and he hoarsely shouted, "He wants to kill you!"

"Go—"

And this scene, witnessed by everyone, was equally shocking.

Bian Chen and Feng Xuanji's faces instantly drained of color.

Ying Wuji never expected Xie Yan to be defeated so quickly in this life.

Xie Yan had not been reborn, so he had not seized the initiative!

Now he can only abandon Xie Yan and protect his junior martial sister! Because he knows that Xu Yanzi's sword just now was definitely no coincidence!

Xu Yanzi truly intended to take the opportunity to kill Yuan Yao!

Because he and Lu Xiangxiang surely also sensed that Yuan Yao is the variable of this lifetime!

So they definitely want to eliminate Yuan Yao!

Ying Wuji, Song Yan, and a few others quickly approached, helped the heavily injured Yuan Yao to her feet, and were about to take her away—

"You dare not think of leaving!"

Xu Yanzi was about to pull his sword from Xie Yan's body, but Xie Yan pressed it down firmly.

Xu Yanzi's face sank coldly; he directly swung his palm and slammed it hard into Xie Yan's back.

Bang!

Xie Yan had all his meridians shattered, his skin burst open, his whole body resembling a blood-soaked monster, his eyelashes smeared with blood droplets, his eyes deep red and chilling, looking extremely terrifying.

Yet he did not loosen his grip.

Yuan Yao's throat choked; she wanted to break free from the bind of her senior brothers and sisters, but Xiao Lingwei held her tight.

"Yao Yao, let's go!"

"You Carefree Sect colluded with the demon clan, intending to betray our cultivation world! Now you want to leave? Are you feeling guilty?" At that moment, Lu Xiangxiang leapt forward, her expression icy as she intercepted them.

"We can't let them leave!" At this moment, a cultivator shouted.

"The Carefree Sect are all human traitors!"

"We can't let them run!"

"Stop them!"

In an instant, countless cultivators surrounded the six of them and the members of the Carefree Sect.

At this moment, Ying Wuji saw the scene, his gaze growing even colder.

Yuan Yao looked at the Carefree Sect members, seeing expressions of surprise, fear, or panic, and a deep guilt welled up in her heart.

Her gaze once again turned to Xie Yan.

And the blood-soaked boy had already lowered his proud head, to the point that even his faint breath could not be felt.

Xu Yanzi finally pulled out his sword.

Just as he was about to hack Xie Yan's corpse into myriad pieces—

Yuan Yao used the contract's connection to send him into the Yaoguang Space from afar.

Xu Yanzi's expression shifted slightly, and he immediately turned his gaze to Yuan Yao.

Yuan Yao's expression had already become numb, a hint of coldness showing between her brows and eyes, and her voice slowly sounded.

"Xie Yan is dead."

"Are you still not satisfied?"

"If in the future the demon clan launches an attack on the cultivation world for Xie Yan's sake, I hope you remember that all consequences will be borne by the Formless Immortal Venerable."

"As for the Carefree Sect, it has no relation to Xie Yan at all, but I did indeed have a friendship with him, which is why I intervened to help."

"At the necessary moment, I can have you perform the Soul Search Technique to prove the Carefree Sect's innocence."

Yuan Yao knows that just now, because of her momentary impulse and selfishness, she unintentionally dragged the Carefree Sect into trouble.

She did not think it through; that is her fault.

She is willing to bear all the mistakes.

As long as it can clear the Carefree Sect of suspicion.

As for the 250 system or memories of the original novel's plot, she is not at all worried about them leaking.

Because the 250 system will definitely shield those matters.

All the Carefree Sect disciples turned pale and spoke in turn: "Junior sister! Don't be foolish! Of course we believe you!"

"The Carefree Sect has never colluded with the demon race on anything! We who are pure remain pure!"

"Lu Xiangxiang, you speak recklessly!"

The sect leader of the Carefree Sect wore a complicated expression: "Little Yuan…."

Song Yan and several others also showed disapproval.

All the Tianjiao present were also stunned.

Being subjected to Soul Search means damaging the cultivation foundation.

It could even turn one into a fool!

Yuan Yao actually volunteered to be Soul Searched!

Qian Yunzhou knit his brows, staring fixedly toward Yuan Yao.

It is the least wise choice, yet it happens to be the fastest way to prove innocence.

Yuan Xiao Liu, why would you for a half‑demon…

Deep inside Qian Yunzhou a slight sourness rose, even a hint of jealousy toward Xie Yan.

At this moment, Xu Yanzhi said in a deep voice: "I, myself, will personally Soul Search you!"

Suddenly, a woman's voice rang out sharply.

"Wait!"

The crowd was startled, and following the voice they saw a petite, exquisite girl with a kitchen knife slung at her waist. Her pretty face bore a cold expression as she shouted loudly: "The disciple believes that the Formless Immortal Patriarch now already harbors bias against Yuan Yao, and moreover, just now the Formless Immortal Patriarch tried to stab Yuan Yao with a sword; if he now again uses the Soul Search Technique on Yuan Yao, isn't that a lamb walking into a tiger's mouth?!"

Many Cultivators, upon hearing this, instinctively glanced at each other, then cast complex looks toward the Formless Immortal Patriarch, with a mixture of scrutiny and doubt.

Formless Immortal Patriarch Xu Yanzhi slightly furrowed his brows, a trace of unhidden displeasure flashing in his eyes, and the air around him seemed to thicken for a moment.

Qian Yunzhou lifted a brow, stepped forward, his voice like jade striking stone: "Disciple Qian Yunzhou concurs with the Eastern companion's view."

"Disciple Feng Xuanji also concurs!" Feng Xuanji's eyes were red, she quickly wiped away a tear from the corner of her eye, inhaled deeply, and though her voice was choked, it was unusually resolute.

"Disciple Bian Chen concurs!"

"Disciple Gongsun Ji concurs!"

"Disciple Yu Jing concurs!"

"Disciple Dongfangxiu concurs!"

"Disciple Jiang Xiao concurs!"

"Disciple Ling Huya concurs!"

"Disciple Zhai Qingye concurs!"

"Disciple Hua Chengyan concurs!"

"Disciple Xiao Lingchao concurs!"

"Disciple Wei Yanqing concurs!"

One "I concur" after another rose and fell, and more and more young disciples stepped forward; their voices, perhaps youthful, were nonetheless filled with undeniable strength.

These voices converged like countless resounding slaps, striking Formless Immortal Patriarch Xu Yanzhi hard in the face, and turning his once majestic expression gradually a steely blue.